Of Injections, Sports and Exams

Okay, I'm back to typing, got nothing better to do anyway.

So, yesterday morning during school assembly, the school's students affair department thought it was funny to suddenly pop up a news (which no one, I repeat, no freakin one expected) and told all the Form 3s (a.k.a. the 15 year olds) that we are to get an injection on that day itself. First reaction? What the f*ck. Apparently, (note the sarcasm) the teachers forgot to inform us that it was going to happen and they had known all along. But still, the reactions were kinda comical, that, I can admit, was amusing. But being the sorta emo, apathetic, nonchalant kid I was in school, the only reaction I had was a bored stare. I couln't help it, I was used to needles, what with all the blood tests and everything, it seems almost fun now. So as a student of the first class in the form, (school system be damned) my class was dragged to the injection brienfing right after. We were told that we were to get the ATT shot, better known as the anti tetanus toxoid shot, but that seems like a mouthful, besides, acronyms are cool, not. Skip the girly shrieks and cries and apparently its my turn. Honestly, I did not feel the actual injection at all, I was like, its over? Yay? It was nothing special anyway, it was just a shot. But hell happened when I got home. Apparently, the aftereffect was not expected, but it was there. From yesterday evening til now, yes, now, my left forearm has been sensitive to even the slightest touch. It was like getting hammered with every feather like touch. Oh the pain, the horror. Last week the shoulder problem, now this. Woe is me. Sigh.

And then, school's Annual Sports Day is coming up, this Saturday. Urgh. Somehow I've actually managed to get into the final rounds of BOTH 100meters and 200meters runs. But as my twitter says, I'm too lazy to train nor practice! I don't even know why I'm in the race anyway. Running sucks, except in some particular occasions, such as releasing stress (smiles). Wish me luck, will be needing loads of it.

And of course, who can let go of the chance to rant about exams, dear exams and test, f*ck you, I wish you never existed, and I also wish you would die and go to hell, you have ruined my suppose fun teenage life and made it miserable and nag filled and stress constant instead, I hate you. For whoever it was who created tests and exams, I hope he's rotting in hell, or at least in complete darkness and a void empty space.Apparently, exams are next week, no time to study with sports this weekend. Only thought I have about it besides cursing them? Die hard.

Of Back To Schools, Sports and The Hunger Games

Urghh, been back to school for I dunno, two weeks? Time flies lately, really hard to keep track of it now.

Words to describe going back to school, simple, two words, it sucks. Early mornings, staying backs, loads of homework, exams by the doorway and tons of other stuff to worry and think about. I think I just found two more strands of white hair on my head now. No matter how fun some particular subjects may seem (the fun subjects are usually those I'm good at, therefore am allowed to doze off in class), the overall, plain sucks. Not to mention, parents are constantly looking over my shoulder and trailing me everywhere. It's always do this, do that, go study, go do your homework,, go study, go read your reference books, go study, go do some academic exercises, go study, go read your school textbooks, GO STUDY! OMG! It's driving me insane! The constant nagging is going to kill me someday, don't know how, don't know when, but it will, mark my words. I'm rather sure you won't live long too, if you hear the term 'study' every fifteen minutes.

Sports, (groans), school sports day is coming up, next Saturday to be exact. And it feels chaotic. I think I bruised my shoulders during high jump too. Then tomorrow, there's athletes' filtering, where you have to run for your life in order to get to the finals on the actual day. Plain ridiculous, why bother with a thousand and one processes when there's only a week left till exams? And how are we suppose to actually study in school when all the teachers are either gone or busy doing something else?

And now, for the hundredth time, I'm rereading The Hunger Games again. I have to admit, I'm obsessed with the series, besides, it keeps me distracted from the chaos in my mind. Sigh, but then the casting for the movie is kinda, yeah, hope you get what I mean. But still, the books are freakin' AWESOME. Like, omigosh, the suspense! So, if you're asking me to suggest a book to read, first choice, The Hunger Games, not even Twilight nor Between The Shades Of Grey could top that.

Of Spitfires, Shadows and Foxtrots

Honestly, I got absolutely no clue as to what I wanna do here.

Like, seriously, totally blank, I just did this for fun.

I don't think I'll be posting this as often either, sigh.

Oh well, maybe I'll treat this as something to pour my heart out to.

So don't be surprised if you see cursing, swearing and things that are supposed to be censored here.

No, not that kinda censored, stop it with perverted thoughts.

For a start, I shall introduce and explain the name of the blog "of spitfires, shadows and foxtrots"

Spitfire, as said in the text above, it means a person with a spiteful, fiery temper. For the people who knows me personally, they might think this word is probably made for me, so, there you have it, spitfire. Well, in short, I meant to put it there to represent me. Make sense?

Shadows, other than really, having a shadow, it also means an imperfect imitation or copy. As a teenager, child, friend, relative, student and a Christian (which of all I am proud to be), I've come to know that we are all imperfect beings, being good at one thing doesn't mean being perfect at it, because nobody in the world is perfect. So maybe we're God's shadow, in the shadow of God, who knows, really. And in conclusion, shadow is to mean imperfection, as all of us are.

Foxtrots, I did not mean it as the foxtrot (as in the ballroom dance), though, there is no other meaning for it that you can find. Well, the actual foxtrot, as in the dance, is made up of both fast and slow movements and steps, for me, it kinda reflects life. For me, life is a place filled with obstacles, and the process isn't easy, it could be easy and soothing, relaxing and slow at times; but it could also be fast paced and rushed, already over when you realized. So, foxtrot, the paces in life.

So, yeah, of spitfires, shadows and foxtrots, it probably just means me, imperfection and paces of life, in rather, fancier words, I reckon.